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A soft, warm body pressed into Lucius’ side, and he shifted slightly, his bound hands keeping him from moving as freely as he wished. Tied as they were to the headboard, he could still turn his head (though blindfolded), but beside the maybe half inch of give Severus had allowed, he was there to stay.
Soft fingers dragged down his ribs opposite the soft body, and he moaned softly around the gag between his lips.
“You’re so pretty,” Hermione whispered, leaning in close, her hair trailing up his spine, leaving shivers in its wake. The first kiss to his bare back was gentle, just soft lips against his skin.
The next kiss, placed just under where his thigh met his arse was rough, with teeth rather than affection. Severus had joined, then.
Silky sheets shifted under his stomach, and Lucius fought the whimper than came with the sensation of it dragging across his weeping cock. He hadn’t done enough though, and the sharp crack of Severus’ hand across his arse echoed throughout the room. Heat bloomed across his skin, and he sighed into the mattress.
Severus said something to Hermione, but it wasn’t meant for Lucius because his hand wasn’t in his hair. He relaxed at the sound of their voices, Hermione’s soft touches up and down his spine sending little shocks of pleasure to the end of his fingers and toes.
There was a rustling, and the bed shifted. Her thighs settled on either side of his hips, smooth and warm. She sat on his thighs, leaning forward until her breasts pressed into his lower back and she pressed kisses over his ribs and spine. A cool hand traced the line of where her thigh pressed into his leg, Severus quietly reminding them that he was still there and in charge.
Hermione’s hands smoothed over Lucius’ shoulders and arms, her soft touch tickling. Lucius shuddered under her, and Severus’ hand joined Hermione’s on his arm.
“Firmly, Petite. A light touch tickles, and that is not our goal today.” Hermione’s hands immediately tightened, and Lucius again relaxed. “Much better. Good girl.”
Lucius could feel her own pleasurable shudder at Severus’ praise, and sank just a touch deeper towards subspace. While Severus was born to be a dominant, Lucius was more than happy to take on either role, something that Hermione seemed to be taking on as well. Today Severus was tutoring her in the arts of sensory deprivation and orgasm denial, though just last week they’d had her suspended from the ceiling in shades of green and grey rope, Lucius watching her follow each of his commands as he coached her through a near-perfect blowjob on Severus.
Her eagerness to please her former teacher came in handy more often than not, and Lucius knew that Severus was enjoying teaching her in a less academic setting, and he was more than happy to help in either capacity. Dominant or submissive, it didn’t matter to him which role he took on.
Small fingers massaged at the muscles his his shoulders that were stretched just to the point of discomfort, and he rolled his hips unconsciously, searching for relief.
Severus was quick to correct him with another stinging smack to his thigh, the blooming warmth moving up to meet the wet heat of Hermione’s cunt over his arse.
They’d started out easy; Hermione kissing him sensually as she tied the blindfold over his eyes, tweaking his nipples as Severus pressed the ball gag to his lips and securing it; Hermione dragging her fingers up and down his body as Severus was busy tying him down. He wasn’t sure which one had cast the cleaning and stretching charm on him, but it had made him shiver in anticipation for what was to come. If it had been Hermione, it could be her soft, tentative fingers mapping out the sensitive knot of nerves inside him; if it was Severus, he could be waitin to have him buried so deep within him he’d be able to feel it in his throat.
Suddenly Severus’ hand was in his hair, and Lucius focused to hear what he had to say.
“Lucius. Tap once if you need to stop, or no. Twice to slow. Three for yes or keep going. Do you understand?” Lucius tapped the flat of his hand against the mattress three times in acknowledgment.
It was Hermione’s voice to whisper, “Good boy,” in his ear, sending a shock straight to his cock.
“Hermione, safe word?”
“Troll.” It was steady, but Lucius could feel the slight tremor in her thighs. It would have been amusing, had Lucius not understood her fear of failure.
“And mine is prongs.”
They’d been over this countless times, but Severus was a stickler for safety, and it felt right to go through the familiar motions before falling into a scene. Narcissa’s had been eclair, while his remained sail, a memory ingrained in his mind of his father on a boat that still made his stomach turn.
It was interesting to think about; the words they’d chosen that would have been innocent to anyone else, but nearly sickened them each.
“Hermione, how would you like to proceed?” She must’ve indicated something silently, and Severus must’ve nodded, because next thing he knew, Severus’s hand was gone from his hair, and something cold was winding its way down his back. Someone blew gently on the trail it left, and his nipples hardened painfully, his cock throbbing. He knew it was only going to get worse than it got better; the anticipation would be just as bad as the torture if they decided to edge him.
What felt like an ice cube melted a trail over his back, and he jumped when a hand traced the instep of his foot.
Severus was probably walking around the foot of the bed, watching Hermione toy with him.
The pressure on his back lessened as she knelt over him, and slid the ice cube right down his arse, a shock after the warmth of her cunt. He gasped, and a sharp smack landed on the juncture of his arse and thigh. The heat juxtaposed against the cold of the ice made his cock throb against the mattress, and he breathed in through his nose, steadying himself.
A warm mouth landed on his shoulder blade, and hot tongue flicked over the cool trail left by the ice cube. Usually he could tell whose mouth was on him, but this time he was clueless. Hermione’s hands smoothed down his sides, warm and soft, and Severus joined her, his fingers longer, more slender, and cooler. Hermione gripped his hips firmly, and Severus slid his hands between Lucius’ chest and the sheets, tracing over his nipples and pinching them roughly.
Severus’ hands shuddered, and the mouth on Lucius’ back disappeared. “She’s using that sweet little mouth on my cock, Lucius.” Severus’ voice was rough, and it made Lucius’ cock twitch again. Hermione was exceptionally eager to please orally, and he was suddenly very disappointed that they’d chosen to tie him face down.
Hermione moaned above him, the sound muffled by Severus’ cock in her mouth.
Lucius didn’t have long to be jealous, because Hermione crawled free of Lucius’ body, and Severus took her place, straddling his back, though faced his feet, rather than his head. He took hold of Lucius’ arse roughly, his fingers biting painfully into his cheeks as he pulled them apart. Lucius didn’t even have time to register what was happening until Hermione’s tongue was prodding at his arsehole, and he couldn’t stop the moan.
Hermione retreated, and it was her hand to administer the punishing smack. It didn’t have the same impact as one of Severus’, but it still stung, landing squarely atop the marks from earlier.
She didn’t immediately return her attentions to his arse, rather leaned forward, her hair trailing over his very exposed, very sensitive area, and by the sound of it, took Severus back into her mouth, sucking greedily. He resisted the urge to voice his disagreement, instead focusing on Severus massaging the round muscles of his arse. Hermione was doing something right, because Severus’ grip lessened slightly.
He jumped slightly when his hole was invaded again, a small, slicked finger sliding in and pressing against his prostate almost immediately. He breathed slowly through his nose, biting hard on the gag when she wiggled her finger, panting as it brushed over the sensitive spot within him.
“Is that good, my light?” Hermione’s lips brushed his ear and he shuddered as she pressed against his prostate more firmly. Three distinct taps of his palm on the mattress, and Hermione nibbled on his earlobe while adding a second finger.
Her lips disappeared, but he could hear the soft smack of her kisses along Severus’ leg. He still held Lucius open for Hermione’s wandering fingers, though Lucius could feel his cock, thick and heavy against his back.
Hermione’s fingers curled, and Lucius saw stars in the darkness behind the blindfold. His own cock was aching to be touched, and he panted against the gag, struggling to stay quiet.
“Do you need some help, Lucius?” Severus’ velvety smooth voice offered relief, and Lucius took it, tapping three times against the mattress. “Stay relaxed, we’re going to turn you to your back. Do you understand?” Three more taps.
Lucius expected Hermione’s fingers to withdraw as Severus slid from his perch on his back, but she kept massaging that spot within him, each flutter of movement making his cock twitch. He could feel the bonds around his ankles loosen, and then the bed disappeared out from underneath him. It was a disconcerting feeling, to be turned in the air with nothing to anchor him besides Hermione’s twisting fingers. Severus lowered him carefully to the bed, checking the ropes around his wrists, though left his ankles free this time.
His hand slid into Lucius’ hair, giving him something to focus on rather than the growing pressure behind his cock. “Do you still want help?” Severus was taunting him now, and Lucius slapped the bed three times. “Just remember, you asked for this,” Severus whispered, kissing him near-violently. Lucius understood when a cock ring closed around the base of his length. Severus hadn’t intended to get him off; he was going all out in their game of edging.
Hermione kissed his inner thigh, and Lucius wrapped his fingers around his restraints to keep himself from yelling in frustration.
“Isn’t he doing well, Petite?” Severus’ voice dripped approval like melted chocolate, and Lucius sank down,, the warm, welcoming edge of subspace shimmering almost within reach.
“He’s so pretty strung out like this,” Hermione agreed, and pressed her chest down, rubbing his length between her breasts, distracting him as she withdrew her fingers. He felt bereft and empty without her, though he logically knew his prostate could use the rest if they were in for a marathon.
“He does, doesn’t he?” A single finger drew lazy lines over Lucius’ chest, ending in strong fingers wrapping around Lucius’ throat. It wasn’t to restrict his airway— it was more of a possessive cradling, designed to remind him whose hands he was in.
He slipped deeper, Hermione’s hands wrapping around his thighs and pulling his legs up to rest on her shoulders. She stroked down his thighs, and then the ball gag was gone.
“Suck.”
Even Hermione shuddered at Severus’ authoritative tone, and Lucius immediately obeyed, his lips closing over the musky sweetness of the cock that he’d sucked so many times and would never tire of. Fingers flexed around his neck, spurring him on.
With the cock in his mouth, he’d nearly forgotten about Hermione, until she began to stroke him in slow, lazy motions. Lucius lost his rhythm, and Severus tightened his grip.
“You are here for our pleasure, Lucius. Don’t forget it.” His dark tone forced him back down towards subspace, as if a drowning man was being pushed towards the surface, towards air.
His fingers relaxed, and Lucius took a deep breath in through his nose, refocusing on Severus’ scent; cedar and rosemary; earthy and grounding. He swiped his tongue over the bead of pre-cum gathering, and sank back into his rhythm, ignoring the teasing, twisting strokes between his own legs.
“Gods, I forget how good your pretty little mouth is,” Severus groaned, and then his weight shifted, his knees still planted by Lucius’ head, his body stretching towards Hermione.
“We need more of this,” Hermione murmured, just loud enough for Lucius to hear. “Is it as good to watch me suck you both off?”
Severus chuckled, deep in his chest; Lucius could feel it in his mouth. “Oh yes Petite. If not better. Do you have any idea how pretty you are with a cock in your mouth and a cock in your cunt, crying pretty little tears as we use you?”
Hermione shuddered, and Lucius wished he could rip the blindfold free, to see her pert pink nipples hardening against the back of his thighs, the glassy look in her eyes from Severus’ words, and the possessive gleam in Severus’ eyes as he watched them together.
“My turn to use him, Severus.” Hermione’s tone was surprisingly decisive, and Severus released Lucius’ throat without hesitation or complaint. The bed shifted as his partners moved, and then there was warmth hovering over Lucius’ face, Hermione’s scent so strong Lucius couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips.
“Tap me if it’s too much,” she commanded, and he tapped three times in acknowledgment. She sat on his face the same moment Severus slid home, encasing his thick cock in Lucius’ arse.
It was only Hermione’s generous thighs muffling his groan that saved him; it had been several weeks since Severus had last fucked him, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed the feeling of being so full he could burst. Coupled with Hermione’s cunt dripping down his chin and neck into his hair, he was on cloud nine.
Nothing could have made it better, or so he thought, until Hermione lay down over his torso and kissed the swollen, weeping head of his cock gently before sucking him down until he met the back of her throat.
It was nirvana.
The pressure increased, and Hermione wiggled her hips, groaning. “Do you like it when I play with your pretty little hole while Lucius eats your pretty pussy?” Severus’ sinful voice sent shivers and shocks over Lucius’ skin.
Hermione moaned around his cock, and Severus chuckled again. “Such a dirty girl, Ms. Granger. You learn so quickly.”
Hermione whimpered, and Lucius redoubled his efforts on her clit, working his tongue around it, tapping it, and sucking while she ground into his face. It was difficult, with Severus pounding into him, but he wanted her to cum on his face, to roll off of him only when his hair was drenched in her essence.
Her thighs shook around his ears, and he could only assume Severus continued to finger her tight little hole, because she lost suction on his cock, gasping and mewling around it, her fingers digging into his thighs so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood.
“Cum on his face, Petite. It will drive him mad with want.” Severus was correct, of course, but that didn’t stop Lucius from wanting it even more. “Yes, just like that. Use him for your pleasure. He’s your toy.” Severus’ voice was muffled, between Hermione’s thighs and the probability that he was speaking into her neck between biting kisses.
“I can’t—I—oh fuck— Sev—“ Her words weren’t escaping properly, and her thighs clenched, muffling her screams as she came. Lucius lapped at her cunt happily, her scent in his nose, mouth and throat. He was Severus’ plaything, but he was Hermione’s as well.
“Lick her clean, Lucius, and maybe you can cum too.” Severus’ pace hadn’t slowed, and it was harder to ignore the painful pressure the cock ring kept in place.
He cleaned her with long, steady strokes of his tongue, until Severus slowed his pace. “Come here, Petite. Turn, just like that. Good.”
Lucius was delirious and couldn’t keep track of what they were doing until she sank down, impaling herself on his cock.
“Watch, my light.” Hermione spoke, and the blindfold disappeared. At some point the lights had been dimmer, low candlelight keeping the transition from blindness to sight from being painful.
He glanced blinked as they came into sight, Severus kneeling between Lucius’ own legs, Hermione straddling him, leaning back against Severus’s chest. His graceful hands circled around, plucking at her nipples like strings on a harp. They were so pretty together, his inky hair tangling with mahogany curls, her tanned skin against his paleness.
She began to move, the light from the candles glinting off the metal ring Severus had conjured around his cock, now wet with her release. Severus let her set the pace, sliding in to him every time Hermione seated himself fully on his cock.
The sensation was overwhelming, and even with the cock ring, Lucius didn’t know if he’d be able to keep himself from cumming.
His hands were still tied, though for the first time that night his mouth was free. He grit his teeth and watched the beautiful choreography of his lovers fucking him.
It was a very short time before Hermione’s lips were forming a tell-tale “oh,” and Severus was biting down on her shoulder as her second release overtook her. His inky-dark eyes met Lucius’ and he nodded, ever so slightly. The cock ring disappeared, and Lucius’ orgasm hit him so fast he couldn’t take a breath, his shout emptying his lungs and compressing them tighter as he yelled without air.
The bubble he’d been sinking towards pooped around him, leaving everything hazy and sparkling. Severus came with a grunt, but Lucius had yet to take a breath in, his vision narrowing and darkening at the edges, until all he could see was Hermione and Severus, kissing deeply as they came down from their orgasmic highs.
Air rushed into his lungs and he took gasping breaths, the room coming slowly back into focus. Severus and Hermione had withdrawn at some point, cleaning charms leaving no evidence of their explosive climaxes. Hermione had untied his arms, and was massaging his shoulders and arms carefully, checking for injuries. Severus was off to one side, and turned with a tray of water and snacks in hand.
The dark colours of Severus’ bedroom, all stormy greys, blacks, and silvers made Lucius feel as if he was floating through the night sky, and he relaxed into the ministrations of Hermione’s capable hands, grateful when Severus pulled a plush duvet up over his naked body.
Hermione, evidently reassured that Lucius was physically unharmed, slid down under the duvet beside him, and Severus slipped in on the other side, the tray hovering within arms reach.
“Are you sore?” Severus directed his question to Hermione, who shook her head.
“No, I stretched beforehand.” She took the glass of water he offered her without complaint, drinking half of it before sliding down against Lucius’ side.
“Can you sit up?” This was directed at Lucius, and he gingerly propped himself up on one elbow to take his own glass of water. Severus watched with sharp eyes, and only took the glass back when he deemed that Lucius had drunk enough.
He lay back down, and Hermione immediately wrapped herself around him.
“You’re so pretty like that,” she murmured, and Lucius chuckled, a breathless sound that sounded as tired as he felt. “Can we do it again soon?”
“Of course, Princess. Just give me a few hours to recover,” he yawned, and Severus shuffled a bit closer on his other side, the sheen of sweat he’d felt earlier now gone, though leaving his skin cool.
“Mkay,” she hummed, already drifting off, her head on his shoulder. Lucius kissed the top of her head, and listened to her breathing slow, conscious of Severus’ stillness behind him.
It was several long minutes before he spoke. “She’s much more fun to tutor now than when she was in school.” Even hovering on the edge of consciousness, Lucius laughed, pulling them both closer, and falling asleep before Severus’ chuckles faded.
He woke unnamed hours later to Hermione nuzzling his neck in the darkness, her tongue exploring the topography of his throat and upper shoulder. He moaned appreciatively, tilting his head to give her better access. Severus rolled closer, draping an arm over Lucius’ stomach to reach Hermione, stroking her hip with his thumb.
Hermione continued her self-appointed task, until Lucius realized she’d been tracing her tongue over a certain spot. Slowly, she drew back, and whispered, “lumos.”
Her wand tip glowed, and he could see it reflecting in her eyes as she examined his neck closely. His heart dropped as he felt the masking charm melt away at her silent finite . She froze, staring down at the prisoner number permanently inked into his skin.
He glanced at Severus, who was watching with inscrutable eyes, two pools of ink in the darkness.
Hermione’s breathing grew ragged, and she pulled back out of his hold slowly. With one word, she shattered Lucius’ heart like crystal against stone.
“Troll.”